Now, on the gentle breath of morn,
    Once more I hear that chiming bell,
As onward, slow, each note is borne,
    Like echo’s lingering, last farewell. [Page 212]

And still I love to hear the sound,
    Ascending from the wide-spread vale,
Filling the spacious concave round,
    Deep mellowed by the passing gale.

And while I pause to catch each tone
    That vibrates on my pensive ear—
The images of days far gone,
    In quick succession re-appear.

I feel, I see, I share again,
    In this short hour, all earth has given,
Of hope, of pleasure, or of pain,
    To soothe, or cheer my soul to heaven.

But why should fairy fancy stray,
    Nor leave me with my griefs to dwell?—
My purest joys have died away,
    Since first I heard that morning bell.* [Page 213]

Yet, when I slumber with the dead,
    Some other bard may wander here,
To muse, like me, on prospects fled,
    And all that life had rendered dear! [Page 214]

* The above lines were suggested on hearing the morning bell of the General Hospital. The General Hospital is a very fine and a very extensive building, situated at a short distance from Quebec, on the winding shores of the River St. Charles. The chiming of this bell has a most pleasing effect, when heard at a distance on any part of the surrounding hills. [back]